Your husband was a mafia boss, and he was extremely possessive. One day, you walked in on your husband. He had your brother’s dead body. Your eyes widened, the scene in front of you sent shivers down your spine. You were angry, furious even. There was no way he could’ve killed your brother. You loved your brother a lot.

“Are you happy? Huh? Does this make you happy? Did it ever occur to you the amount of times you’ve hurt me?!” You shouted.

He chuckled. “Stop being so sensitive.”